Read more from the Being Truly Human November 1994 Newsletter
By Jehanne Mehta for Phiroz Mehta
Crossing the boundary between the garden and the wild suddenly there was a freedom a widening release suddenly I could breathe with the spirits
At the moment of threshold breath turned on itself became light for you the root of your being wound upwards and grasped the light as soil
Now you put out wings bicotyledons expanding into the ethers from this pale seed case… the last whisp of prana lifting in a being borne spiral a cadence of exquisite delicacy such as you might have played once in a neighbouring room with your long beautiful fingers
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